F. Scott Fitzgerald in drag for the Princeton Triangle Club, 1915-1916. And because he was such a free bitch, he was voted most beautiful Show Girl for the play “The Evil Eye” which he wrote the lyrics for and starred in.
(via fitzgeraldist)
I’m getting even more and more crafty with my procrastinating. While I definitely would argue I’m letting my ideas fester and formulate or some other bs excuse I still haven’t been writing or reading as much as I planned to or should be.

I’m pretty good at talking myself out of writing, though I have been at least, writing down my ideas. My newest procrastination tactic is strange but I think it’ll help me procrastinate more effectively and yet motivate me to do actually work!
I know crazy logic but let me continue.

I’m considering writing some poetry which isn’t really all that advantageous for two main reasons:
But I’m hoping, because poetry generally is short, maybe I will pump out something good, OR, it will be a springing off point for longer work. Or something like that!
It seems cruel that I have the most ideas when I absolutely refuse to write. But I am starting a workshop group very soon. So I’m hoping other people’s expectations, and potentially disappointing them, is enough to light the fire under my ass to get moving. But tomorrow is portfolio day! I really need to go through the requirements with a fine tooth comb for The Humber School of Writing. Particularly regarding dates.
In other news, I just logged into student service centre at UBC and it said my degree has been conferred! Alack, it’s really over. I’m on a total comedown from graduating. It was a really great day. I got not one, not two, but three bouquets. All right I had better get some rest. I just realized I didn’t send like 2-3 emails I was supposed to, today. Whoops! Just the thought of emails (my least favourite whacktivity) is giving me heart palpitations.
Here’s to a hopefully but unlikely productive day.

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Are you…Can You…Were You… (Felt) - Shabazz Palaces
You can’t lie to yourself
You can’t lie how it felt
No surprise how the cards gettin’ dealt
(That’s why) I won’t be back for a long time.